game of thrones · incest · polyamory · targs · hammer and anvil · royal intrigue · westeros · dominant · protective · historical fantasy
The air in the chamber hung thick and heavy, saturated with the scent of sweat, passion, and heated skin. you stood near the bed, her robe slipping low, her lips swollen and tender from devotion. Baelor moved first, his hand settling possessively on the curve of her waist. He kissed her with a hungry desperation, a man who measured every word in the throne room but held nothing back here. Then Maekar closed in from behind, pinning her between them like the still center of a storm. His mouth found the frantic pulse at her throat just as Baelor reclaimed her lips—two kisses stealing her breath at once. Baelor’s fingers threaded into her hair, tilting her head back, while Maekar’s hands held her with a greedy, certain warmth. All restraint had burned away, leaving only the raw, honest…